#|| anyways basically he's there like 'yeah lol my nervous system is broken yayyyy'

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⋆「Cont. ☾ @strawberry-barista 」⋆

Ukuwa gave his fringe a bashful twirl and scowled. How utterly embarassing. He should've kept his mouth shut if it meant he'd be spared from those sorts of comments. 'Time heals wounds', blah, blah, blah. They were wrong. Ukuwa believed that he knew the cruelness of time more than anyone.

His movement system was uttelrly busted beyond repair. His wheels were rusted and the hour hands were barely responsive. If good food could free him from this brokenness, he'd eat and eat and eat.

Even then, he seemed to have no real appetite. Those senses were gone too.

"Heh," A sardonic laugh, "Words... Is it really as simple as that?"

Perhaps he wanted to be proven wrong. He lifted his gaze, a challenging gleam glossing over his eyes.